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The Pungy Trifle One Of The Captures Colonel Mcphail Major Blumenburg And His Corrupted Office Boney Lee Bob Miller And Other Thugs

Office of Provost Marshal General

for Maryland.

Baltimore, Jany. 19, 1865.

Capt. Smith,

Asst. Provost Marshal.

Sir.--The pungy "Trifle" now stands in the name of Conrad

Prince. She changed owners on the 10th of June, last.

She had not cleared by permit since then, but may have done so

by manifest.

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Yours, &c.,


Colonel McPhail was the Civil Provost Marshal of Maryland, having

exclusively to do with enrollments and drafts; the office was entirely

separated from the military service. He was a very clean, upright,

honorable man. There was, however, a district under him, having at its

head a Major Blumenburg, that was very corrupt.

Soldiers were fleeced out of bounty money. Substitutes, quite

frequently colored men, were paid large sums as bounties, more money

than they had ever seen before. By collusion between officers and clerks

in Blumenburg's office, and the substitute brokers, the substitutes were

induced to invest in valueless gewgaws, sometimes paying for a

two-dollar Oride watch as much as one hundred dollars.

One of the largest substitute brokerage concerns tried to reach me with

an offer of five hundred dollars a week, for a period as long as I would

let them alone. The offer was not "dangerously near my price." I cleaned

up the whole business very soon.

Blumenburg appointed a lot of cut throats with authority to arrest

deserters, paying them ten dollars for each deserter brought in. Their

operations were conducted this way: One of these fellows would hail a

soldier who was out on pass take it away from him, pronouncing it

fraudulent, but would allow him to proceed on his way; shortly he would

be hailed again, by a "pal," and having, of course, no pass to exhibit,

he would be arrested charged with desertion.

I was over in Anne Arundel County one night with three or four of my

men, intending to look after some blockade-runners, when four or five of

Blumenburg's thugs picked us up, supposing we were deserters or else

persons come to invade their territory. They were going to do all sorts

of things to us and pulled out their revolvers. I made no parade of

mine though my hand was on it all the time. I quietly informed them of

their error, and promised them, each and every one of them, to give them

a chance to "play checkers with their noses," and I kept my word, for

within a short time I caught them in their nefarious treatment of honest


The party was composed of "Boney" Lee, Bob Miller, ---- Fletcher, and

two others, each one was known to have "done time," yet Blumenburg

licensed them. I broke it all up, and they became as meek as lambs.